Last week Georgia and I were asked to dog sit for her former boss. They have a real nice place right beside the botanical gardens but on the Kelburn side, not the Northland side. The dog we were looking after, Jerry, was a small Yorkshire Terrier that had smelly dog breath but was really cute. Every night it would take him a few attempts to jump onto the bed and every morning when I went to the shower he tried to steak into my spot beside Georgia. She was having none of that though and kicked him out every time.
As fun as Jerry was though he was a bit high maintenance. He constantly needed attention, reassurance and comfort. He always wanted to go for a walk but a third of the way through he’d start being difficult. Georgia’s cat is far less hassle. I think I would still prefer a cat over a dog (depends on the cat and dog) and if I were to go for a dog I would probably want a slightly larger dog to play with at the park. He was still good fun but it was a big wake up call how much work one would be.
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